At least someone appreciates me.She figured with the darkness and what she thought was an early hour, chances of discovery were minimal so she would c...ance going back to the apartment above the garage. The woman who had come to feed Sam had said they’d be back sometime in the afternoon – ‘after the mail arrived’ so apparently the owners were not expected back yet.“Come on, lazybones.” she said to the cat as she sat up, dislodging him. She fumbled in the darkness for her boots and as she pulled. I'd spent almost my last cash on the taxi as well, so I began the weary trudge home, fingers smelling of her sweet sex my only consolation.The phone didn't ring all that week. I'd lined up a session with some friends on the Sunday night, and was just getting ready to leave when she called. "Hi it's me, Mum's got an early business meeting in London tomorrow, she'll be leaving in about an hour. Can you come round? We'll have all night!"Yes of course I agreed. I met the guys for a pint, then. It is often the case that a spare Royal just happens along to take on the duties of the Commonwealth.Her Royal Highness Princess Margaret, Countess of Snowden, Viscountess Lindley, Companion of the Imperial Order of India, Grand Dame of the Victorian Order, Grand Dame of St. John of Malta, stepped up to the bow of the boat and smashed the bottle of champaign against the now battleship grey paint. The ensign of the Navy of Nevis and St. Kitts broke out at the mast head.She was heard to mutter,. Simon was here to be serviced, to be enjoyed. Simon pushed his hips forward once more; from nowhere a white-hot pain exploded in Petunia's throat, she almost fell, feeling the call of welcome oblivion. However, she did not. Simon pulled his shrinking organ roughly away from Petunia's gasping mouth."You are strong, excellent, now remember, you are the bitch, The Mistress, yesss? Simon spoke quietly now."The Mistress, the bitch! Yesss!" Petunia repeated, breathing hard.There was another flash,.